Samuel

Grass has grown green over the spot that I lay
A place for you and your lover to stand and to stay
You are home

I have grown quiet like things that I bought
that catch all the dust from the fan in your room
You are home

You're all that I can't find
Samuel, don't grow old

Don't touch my skin
'Cause you'll read me like Braille
(I'm) the lit cigarette that you tried and you failed
To stomp out

And I will receive morse code from the rain
I think something's telling me no one will stay
In my home

Samuel, don't grow old

You're all that I can't find
I'm asking
Where were you
I'm asking
Whеre were you

Samuеl, don't grow old